The Names. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Names, wonderful names, beautiful names
Where it seems the souls of individuality
Or place, or country worldwide
What in essence I feel as an identity, a pride
A name when it uses in continuity
It happens the reality of the time
Those names have a historical sense,
Sometimes, history itself,
A place or incumbent after its birth takes place
The unique feeling of beloved ones
They call the names with love and pride
A name for an entire nation have history
So beautiful to think and remember them.